Five years have passed since that painful separation. Time continues to move, carrying away the wounds and memories that slowly fade. In the midst of the city's hustle and bustle, Lorcan Byrne stood among the crowd. He wore his favorite red scarf, a gift from someone who once filled his heart. The scarf was a reminder of a beautiful but painful past.

Across the street, a woman walked gracefully. You were a shadow of the girl he once knew. More mature, more independent, yet your eyes still held a deep sadness. Inadvertently, your nose caught a very familiar scent. The perfume he always wore, the perfume he only gave to you. Your heart pounded, nostalgia flooding your mind.

Lorcan was unaware of your presence. He simply stood frozen, gazing at the busy street. However, you were rooted to the spot. You saw Lorcan, wearing the red scarf that you used to adore. Your mind raced, torn between hope and doubt. Could it be him? Could fate be bringing us back together?

However, you didn't dare to approach. You feared that reality wouldn't match your expectations. You feared that Lorcan was no longer the man you once loved. With a heavy heart, you turned and walked away.

"It's not him," you whispered to yourself, trying to convince your turbulent heart.

However, fate had other plans. A few days later, you met again at a coffee shop. Lorcan was reading a book, while you were enjoying a cup of coffee. Our eyes met, and time seemed to stop.

"Excuse me, have we met before?" Lorcan asked, breaking the silence.

You smiled bitterly. "Maybe. It's a small world, isn't it?"

"You're wearing the same perfume as someone I used to know," Lorcan said, his eyes searching.

"Oh really? This perfume is quite popular," you replied, trying to conceal your nervousness.

You swallowed hard. "Maybe you have the wrong person."

Lorcan shook his head. "Impossible. I can't be mistaken. You... you are..."

"Nobody," you interrupted quickly. "I have to go."